Cured of Baldness!

Hi, I had a stripe of baldness going my back that they call "blue dog alopecia" because I am a dilute blue color. It was unsightly, and I looked very mangy. After a year of the elixir of life, a higher protein food-- real people food actually-- I have the fur of a puppy. My best friend, Carlos, also has the greatest skin and fur.

My hint to all those who have dogs with bad skin, and fur-- start feeding them better food!

Thanks! Giselle

I have a VOCATION!!!!

Today has been the most wonderful day. I think I actually found some meaning to life. I must become a therapy dog. I don't know how since I leave those thinking things up to mommy. I need to go to hospitals and have petting sessions. I love the people who have petted me today. They say I am beautiful. They are beautiful. So my Mom is off on a mission. How do I become a dog who goes to hospitals?

Name addition...

My human benefactress is of the mind that you can continue to change names to suit the personality throughout the entirety of a person (or dog's life). She herself has gone through several name changes in her day. She has added a few great names to my first name: Giselle. First off, I was not named for any model though I am a very model-like girl. The truth is she named me Giselle when she saw me staring from the tiny cage in the pet shop. Giselle is a tragic and sad Ballet. So she named me after a doomed female dancer. eek! Ghibli is a wind-- a dry hot dust bearing wind. The word means “the direction in which one turns" and in the Arab world would mean "Mecca". I think it would mean a kind of natural spiritual direction. Gigglygirl is a cute description of my personality. I think Goldie Hawn played a character by that name in an early movie-- Anyway that is the name she gave me completely-- except to add "Greyhound" to the end.

Giselle Ghibli Gigglygirl Greyhound...

like a sweet and bitter dish it has the perfect mix of pathos and hilarity to suit my odd sense of humor.

Jealosy....

Okay, so she is now snuggling with Carlos the baby-cakes chihuahua. I want more dern-it. I am entitled dern-it. I first understood that today as I was being admired by the main people in this puppy dog store where I take my training. Ooh there is something wrong with me. Ooh I advance that there is something wrong with you all out there who expect greater things from this puppy-- you know i think people are like that too. My mom is a genious but she is not a "administrateive assistance type person." what the heck dose that mean?

I am much Improved!

I am in my 6th week of puppy training. My teacher says I am improving. My mom realized also that she needed to measure my improvement on an Italian Greyhound scale not, for instance, a Golden Retriever scale. IG's are very independent, difficult to potty train, they are free thinkers the .... um... hippichicks ... of the dog world. Yeah!!! I mean this Bolt of Lightning swatted my mom across the eyes today! Pow! Wham!!! You know??? and it was that --- get ready for it---- I will never be a GOLDEN RETREIVER!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm laughin.... IT'S fUNNY!!!

Well, it is!!!!

You had to be there...

Puppy Class Blues...

This is my third week of Puppy class at a certain well-known big box pet store. The lady who teaches it really knows I am more like a cat than a dog. She is very patient and yet I detect a faintly condescending attitude as though she feels we should all be golden retrievers. I really don't like puppy class. They make me do stuff! How unfair is that? Today we learned uh-uh and no. She has the humans tied up in knots begging us to stop being ourselves. What I really want to do is threaten any unsuspecting dog with a deep throated growl. If there were a cat in the store, I'd be climbing up the walls to meet him or her. I love dogs, I really do, its just... I'm not one of them...No, I am something more ubiquitous, more Sphinx like... More later...

Done in at an Early Age...

Eeek! Eeek! I have been meutered! I was only beginning to know the gusty feeling of being a svelt, truly well messed femme-doggy when all of a sudden my powers of regeneration were cut asunder, snipped in twain!! Woe is me!! Alas!!

On a freezing day the 2nd of January Ought Seven my supposed best friend and "Mother" brought me out into the worst "snowstorm" available in order to drive me to a place where I was tossed by unscrupulous "Vetrenary Assistants" into a hidiously cold and icky cage! EEK!!! no toys, no treats, just a cold ugly metal box with a towel on the bottom!!! The thought of that hidious eeky place makes my brain whirl! She KNOWS How Much I Hate CARS!

The rest involves regenerate medicaleeze which I do not have the vocabulary to emminate. Alien-probes, needles, wierd "humanoids" leering at me and talking in twitchy baby talk. The procedure seemed to last forever. And where were my friends. Why couldnt I run around and tear up anything? It just dosent make any sence! Groggy, I was thrown back in a cage overnight with NO FOOD!!!

Horrors!!!

I now have a nasty scar on my tummy! They said it would be invisible! They said it was "lasar surgery!" I will never be able to wear a bikini again! My beautiful figure! I should sue! That's right! Sue!